The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The floral shirt and Lao Zhong were both stunned.

Yan Cong sat back in the car and leaned back in his seat.

"Walk."

"Let's go to karaoke."

The two exchanged a glance, and neither said anything more.

The Maybach is back in operation.

Shortly after, the scene shifts to a karaoke room.

This should have been the noisiest place in town.

But now, the hall is empty.

The colored lights are still spinning.

The music video for the previous song was still playing on the screen.

Behind the counter, only the boss was sitting, staring blankly at the half-empty bottle of wine.

"Boss, get a private room."

The man in the floral shirt walked up and called out.

The boss turned around, glanced at them, and smiled.

"Just find one yourself."

"How much?"

"Oh."

The boss scoffed.

"What would I need that thing for now?"

"Want me to wipe your butt?"

He waved.

"Help yourself to drink whatever you like."

"Please choose whatever you want to sing."

"Go away, go away, don't bother me."

The floral shirt made him chuckle.

He was too lazy to go into the private room, so he simply picked up a case of wine and sat down in the nearest booth.

Old Zhong ran to the supplies room and brought out a bunch of fruits and snacks.

With a crash, it all spilled onto the table.

Then he ran up to the stage to adjust the sound system, and finally came back with three microphones.

"Hey, Lao Yan, wanna try some?"

Yan Cong shook his head, picked up the wine bottle, and took a sip.

"You sing."

"Okay!"

The floral shirt and Lao Zhong quickly started singing.

The first song.

I Want to Love You Again

"I long to love you again... but you're no longer here..."

"Thinking of your face~"

Tears blurred my vision...

Yan Cong leaned back in the booth and listened, tears blurring his vision.

Floral shirts and Lao Zhong are still putting in the effort.

The second song is titled "After I Left".

Continue the pursuit and kill.

Looking back on all the twists and turns we've gone through, it's something only the two of us can't understand...

"You said you're tired, can you please let me go...?"

"I'm leaving, don't be sad anymore."

"I don't want to say anything anymore."

"Remember to be happy from now on, there aren't many causes and effects in this world..."

Yan Cong took two pieces of paper and pressed them against his eyes.

The paper quickly became wet in one spot.

"Grass."

"These two idiots, at least pick the good ones to sing!"

The last song.

Old Boys.

A decisive goal.

He stood on the table in a floral shirt, head tilted back, and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Has your original wish come true?"

"Is all that's left now to offer condolences?"

"As time dries up my ideals, I can no longer find my true self..."

Looking up at the starry sky,

"The one that accompanied me back then,"

Do you still remember the story here...?

The singing echoed through the empty hall.

Yan Cong sat in the booth, wiping his face with one tissue after another.

The bartender lowered his head and poured himself another glass of wine.

Corner of the hall.

A girl stood in the shadows, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

She looked at Yan Cong in the booth, tears streaming down her face.

"Xiao Meng".

Old Wang stood beside her, his voice very low.

"Aren't you going up to see them?"

"This might be our last chance."

Liang Rumeng shook her head.

She raised her hand to wipe her face, but the more she wiped, the messier it became.

"No."

"If what you say is true, then he now bears the weight of the entire Dragon Kingdom's safety on his shoulders..."

"He's already tired enough."

Let bygones be bygones.

She turned and walked out.

When I got to the door, I paused for a moment.

The singing was still playing in the hall.

Yan Cong sat there without turning around.

Liang Rumeng took one last look at him, covered her mouth, and quickly left.

Old Wang glanced at Yan Cong's retreating figure, his face conflicted.

In the end, she still chased after him.

On the booth.

Yan Cong did not turn around.

He just kept drinking.

He's a grandmaster now.

The girl came; how could he not know?

She was standing in that corner.

How long did she cry?

How disordered my steps were when I left.

He knew all of that.

But he didn't turn around.

Just like the day I saw her off.

He didn't stop even when he passed the convenience store.

Yan Cong placed the wine bottle on the table, pressing his fingers against the bottle neck until they turned white.

He's not stupid.

There were some things he had already guessed.

But it all started when he decided to embark on this path.

He couldn't turn back.

There's no turning back.

The audience, witnessing this scene, couldn't sit still any longer.

[Narrow paths form a forest]:

"Old Master Yan, why don't you turn around and take a look?"

"I'll fucking kneel down and beg you, just look at Mengbao!"

[The Fox King of Songjia Village]:

"Damn it!"

"I really want to chop Old Ancestor Yan to pieces!"

"Couldn't you just say goodbye properly?!"

"Two stubborn fools!"

"well……"

The comments kept rolling up in layers.

There were some who criticized it.

The request is valid.

But many more people just stare at the departing figure at the KTV entrance, unable to type a single word for a long time.

In the sky.

Yan Cong did not turn around.

Liang Rumeng did not stop.

The music in the lobby was still playing, and the colored lights swept across the empty booths, landing on Yan Cong's lowered shoulders.

Ai Kun didn't say anything either.

He simply sat in front of the camera, his folding fan closed, silently tapping the table.

A while later.

The video feed then resumed.

early morning.

The sun had just risen above the horizon.

The cement road in the countryside was bathed in a light golden light, and dew still clung to the roadside weeds.

The camera suddenly zoomed in.

next second.

A Maybach emblem, gleaming with gold, appears in the center of the image.

Followed by.

The luxury car turned the corner and drove in from the other end of the road.

"What?!"

"Who drives such a nice car?"

In the village, some young people who hadn't yet left peeked out, their eyes wide with surprise.

An old man next to him squinted and asked:

"Dog."

"Is this car very expensive?"

"Compared to my son's Volkswagen, which is better?"

The young man named Gouzi rolled his eyes.

"Your grandson's beat-up Volkswagen is nothing but garbage compared to them."

"One of their cars is worth dozens of yours!"

"What are you comparing it to?"

The old man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hey! How dare you speak to your elders like that!"

"What is garbage?!"

The dog curled its lip, too lazy to waste words with the old man.

His gaze remained fixed on the Maybach.

"Which village tycoon is this, returning home in glory, intending to die in his ancestral land?"

"Really..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The car turned the steering wheel and veered directly from the highway onto the dirt road in their village.

The dog's eyes almost popped out.

"Holy crap!?"

"From our village?"

"Who's so capable?"

"Wait...it stopped..."

"This is... Yan Cong's house?!"

"Holy shit!"

"Is it Yan Cong, that middle-aged woman killer?!"